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Hongjoong is wearing pants. It’s been getting colder lately, with some snow promised sometime in the next few days. And pants make it a lot less likely that Seonghwa will be able to see anything through the leg holes like he can when Hongjoong is napping in shorts. Hongjoong is under the covers too, but because the room warmed up after a few hours of direct sunlight in the afternoon, he’s got a foot sticking out from under it.
Seonghwa had only meant to look away from the computer for a couple minutes to rest his eyes from the relentless hours of staring at the bright screen. There was a deadline approaching that had been making him feel a little less than human for the past two days or so, eyes glued to some screen from the moment he woke up until the moment he went to bed. It wasn’t all bad, given that those were the times when Hongjoong stepped up to take care of him: doing groceries, reminding him to eat, coaxing him into showering and going to bed at a more or less reasonable time, and bringing Seonghwa little trinkets and treats throughout the day for some quick entertainment and distraction when Seonghwa worked from home. The previous day Hongjoong had spent an hour under his desk during a meeting, which helped Seonghwa be way more productive in order to cut the meeting as short as possible so he could stop being edged. It made for more fun working conditions than he’d had in a while, being released after the meeting was over and seeing his boyfriend shoving two fingers in his cum filled mouth and opening up to stick his tongue out and show the aftermath of the entertainment segment running down his fingers and his chin.
And during his short break now his eyes rest by watching Hongjoong sleep.
The innocent little foot sticking out from under the covers wouldn’t have done much by itself, but recalling the image of Hongjoong under the desk playing with his cum the day before served as an aid to get his creativity going and his blood pumping to his cock.
Seonghwa wasn’t particularly into feet. He used to not be particularly into feet. But he uncovered new kinks way too quickly while the old ones stacked up instead of cycling out of his roster. It was Hongjoong’s fault, honestly, because he kept trying out new things he wasn’t even interested in just because he knew he could make Seonghwa crazy with them and then he’d have more blackmail material to play with Seonghwa’s sanity. They were in the tub at a hotel during a trip, sitting on opposite ends of it while they innocently soaked in the weird water full of all the bath products Hongjoong could find. It was a few moments after Seonghwa noticed Hongjoong’s smug face that he felt it, and looking down through the misty milky water he only saw the vague silhouette of Hongjoong’s right foot clumsily (at times, uncomfortably clumsily) stroking his dick. On a first time, Hongjoong didn’t have enough coordination to take Seonghwa all the way, and he also didn’t let Seonghwa hold his ankle to go the rest of the way himself, so he finished Seonghwa off with his hands after he got tired of all the accidental edging.
Ever since the bathtub incident, Seonghwa had been thinking about it more and more and Hongjoong knew, he noticed it in the way Seonghwa got his feet on his lap more often, offered more massages, made a point of kissing them when he was giving attention to Hongjoong’s legs. And for that precise reason, Hongjoong hadn’t used that trick again yet. And that’s also part of the reason why it looks all the more appealing now that Hongjoong is asleep.
So of course, as it’s become routine for them, Seonghwa is pulled to the bed that afternoon by the sight of his love.
At first, Seonghwa runs the back of his fingers up over the sole of the uncovered foot and finds the skin is cool to the touch. He imagines it pressed against his hot cock and it makes him twitch, and he has to close his pathetically gaped mouth to swallow. Hongjoong curls his toes the slightest bit with the foreign touch, making fireworks go off in Seonghwa’s brain. He usually makes it a game of delaying to awaken Hongjoong for as long as possible, but with the pent up stress from work and the pent up need that’s been building since the trip he’s short of just calling Hongjoong’s name to pull him out of dreamland at once. His nap has lasted for an hour already, that should be enough.
Seonghwa bows down while gently holding Hongjoong’s foot, and parts his lips when he’s close enough, first running his tongue on the underside of the toe, his grasp having to get slightly firmer when Hongjoong’s subconscious causes him to pull away at first, and when Hongjoong is sufficiently relaxed again, Seonghwa takes the toe into his mouth. He sucks lightly for a moment, while way too aware of how uncomfortable his cock feels squished in his pants with certainly some precum staining his briefs, but his fun only lasts for the few seconds until there’s a stronger pull from a certainly fully conscious Hongjoong.
He looks up to find Hongjoong propping himself up on his elbows and looking at him. Half of Seonghwa hopes he hasn’t startled Hongjoong, given how fast he was to get up, and the other half is too flared up to care.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
The tone doesn’t sound promising, and for a fleeting moment Seonghwa is left to wonder if he’s actually messed up. During that time he imagines that perfect little foot kicking him in the balls as punishment for his horny wrongdoings and it makes Seonghwa come close to regretting never having brought up that sort of caged loser trained sub dynamic to Hongjoong, but the idea only seems good when his dick is hard and he’s horny out of his mind like that, it loses some of its charm in the post nut clarity.
“Were you sucking my toe?”
Biting his bottom lip as he stares at Hongjoong, enthralled by the shift in expression from shocked and lost to shocked and amused, Seonghwa can see that he’s not in trouble, not real trouble.
“Sorry,” he forces himself to say, though he doesn’t regret it and feels no shame.
“Oh my god,” Hongjoong breathes out with a laugh, letting go of his weight to plop back on the pillow while pressing the heels of his palms to his forehead. “You freak.” It’s affectionate, almost a pet name at this point. “Are you hard?” He says it while lifting his head off the pillow a little bit, eyes unceremoniously falling on Seonghwa’s crotch before he lies down again, smiling in disbelief. “Freak,” his voice is lower now, tantalizing as he pulls the covers to the side while slowly moving his foot up to Seonghwa’s thigh.
Seonghwa scoots forward on the bed so it’s easier to get Hongjoong’s foot where he wants it to be, and Hongjoong is kind enough to do as Seonghwa wishes and fit the arch of his foot on the erection still guarded. Seonghwa knows how he looks, speechless dumb with want while waiting for Hongjoong’s permission to do something, grinding his hips against the pressure with the carefulness of someone who’s trying to approach a wild animal without scaring it away, worried that if he’s too greedy Hongjoong will keep him from it as he’s been for the past few weeks. But maybe something about the toe sucking was too amusing to Hongjoong, an opportunity to torture Seonghwa far too good for him to pass on it with only denial.
“Look at me,” Hongjoong commands when Seonghwa spends far too long watching the way the foot helps outline his cock in the dark sweatpants. Seonghwa drags his eyes up to find his boyfriend smirking down at him, and he’s once again getting up on his elbows for a better view. “Is this ok?” He asks when he presses down harder. The pressure feels good, and as he adds more pressure it starts feeling slightly uncomfortable in a way that he greatly enjoys. It doesn’t hurt, but Seonghwa hopes they’ll get there eventually.
“Yeah,” his reply is breathy, and Seonghwa is daring enough to bring one hand to cup the bridge of the foot. At the lack of reaction, he grinds against the arch pressing down on his cock a few times.
“Pull it out.”
Seonghwa obeys promptly, letting go of Hongjoong so he can slide his pants down enough to pull his cock out. In the meantime, Hongjoong takes care of pushing the blankets away from them, and reaches the bedside table to get the bottle of lube that he tosses to Seonghwa before taking the position on his elbows again. Hongjoong takes a moment to appreciate the view, a lascivious look in his eyes as he watches Seonghwa stroke himself, his right hand working slowly attempting to spread the precum over his length. It’s the sign that Hongjoong wants it just as much as he does, Hongjoong’s look alone serving to make a wave of pleasure pump through Seonghwa’s whole body.
With his left hand, Seonghwa opens the lube and pauses his stroking to pour some on his dick, trying his best to make the viscous substance land on the head for show. His cock twitches with how cold the lube feels when it lands on the sensitive skin, a discomfort he’s used to but that never ceases to cause a reaction. Then he brings his hand up to spread the lube with his index and middle fingers around the whole head, before closing the hand around his cock again to stroke it a few more times and coat the whole shaft with lube as well.
When Hongjoong has had enough of the performance, he lifts one leg up enough to bring his foot close to Seonghwa’s face.
“Kiss it.”
Holding the bridge with his left hand Seonghwa brings it closer while leaning forward himself, tongue meeting the ball of the foot first before he closes his lips to plant a kiss on the place. Tilting his head to the side and with his eyes closed, Seonghwa kisses again a little lower down, the arch and then the heel. After that he flattens his tongue against the sole and drags it all the way up to the ball again, and since he hadn’t been told not to, he keeps jerking himself as his mouth works on worshipping Hongjoong’s foot.
“The other one now,” there’s a smile in Hongjoong’s voice when he takes his foot away to place it on top of Seonghwa’s right hand, in a silent request for Seonghwa to make space for him.
As none of his feet are planted on the bed, lifting his other leg goes a little less graciously, but Seonghwa is happy to help, holding the ankle with his lube coated hand, which earns him a disgusted noise from Hongjoong in protest, and the bridge again with the left hand.
Once again, Hongjoong’s lack of coordination is made clear by the awkward way in which his foot moves, but less so than the previous time. Seonghwa works on kissing the sole of the foot and the instep, going all the way up until he can take Hongjoong’s toe into his mouth again. This time, he watches Hongjoong’s face intently to see his reaction to each touch. Seonghwa suspects there’s nothing in it for him besides making his boyfriend very, very happy, but he smiles with mirth when Seonghwa sucks his toe, tongue pressing to the underside while he pulls back until it’s out of his mouth with a popping sound.
Seonghwa keeps dragging his tongue over the sole of Hongjoong’s foot with the sole purpose of finding the spots that make the muscles tense in his ankle and the rest of his leg. He knows Hongjoong is ticklish and uses the knowledge to tire him out enough that he decides to pull this foot away as well — with both of them working together the footjob can get some more stability. It’s when Seonghwa discovers a particularly sensitive spot on his arch that Hongjoong jerks his leg back with a laugh.
“Stop it,” he says between his giggles, planting his foot on Seonghwa’s chest quickly in a gesture Seonghwa recognizes as one of those cheeky little slaps he gives when Seonghwa does something that bothers him. Amused by it, Seonghwa smiles as well. “You’re so annoying,” he adds as he tries to suppress his smile and his eyes go down to watch what he’s doing, so he misses the look of adoration on Seonghwa’s face, where Seonghwa is sure that looking from the outside his pupils would be heart shaped.
It takes some concentration for Hongjoong to get it going, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he manages to trap Seonghwa’s cock between his feet and move it up and down in short strokes. Seonghwa rests his weight on one hand on the mattress, the other one resting on Hongjoong’s ankle but applying no pressure or guidance to it, and he thrusts up against the light pressure trying to follow Hongjoong’s rhythm with it. The visuals alone are enough to make Seonghwa’s brain sparkle and make pleasure pool in his guts. When Hongjoong takes the shaft between his big toe and the next one, Seonghwa lets out a shaky breath because it looks so perfectly obscene.
Hongjoong keeps going like that for a little while, and then stops with his toes halfway down on the shaft and brings the heel of his other foot to the head of Seonghwa’s cock. It being pressed against Seonghwa’s abdomen helps with the stability, but the movement is still not clean. With the intention of being a helping hand, Seonghwa holds his ankle again, this time with some strength in his hold to keep the foot steady. He holds the base of his cock with the other hand, and Hongjoong lets him do as he pleases and pulls his other leg back, so Seonghwa starts stroking himself until some precum gathers on his slit, and he brings Hongjoong’s foot close so he can rub the fluid on the sole. It mixes with the lube quickly as Seonghwa keeps rubbing the tip of his cock to it to spread the precum around.
Although there’s not much in it for him, Seonghwa can tell by Hongjoong’s expression that he’s aroused, eyes fixed on the way Seonghwa uses him to pleasure himself and just letting Seonghwa do as he wants, pulling and angling his leg as it’s best suited for Seonghwa to get off. Shifting in place to put all of his weight on one arm, Hongjoong gets his other hand into his pants, bulging the fabric at the front when he starts touching himself.
Seonghwa holds the foot with his cock pressed to the arch, both his hands circling the two to keep them tightly pressed together. He thrusts into that space for a while, the friction with the foot as good as the image it presents. He alternates between a quick and a slow pace, he adjusts the foot so he can rub more precum on the sole before his cock between Hongjoong’s toes again, using the aid of his hands to keep them pressed together so it feels nicer.
“Can I cum on your feet?”
Hongjoong nods and adds a breathy “yeah” as he rubs his clit, and by the quiet noises while he does it Seonghwa can tell he’s wet.
Seonghwa grabs Hongjoong’s ankle again to position it to his liking while his right hand goes back to jerking himself off. He and Hongjoong lock eyes while Seonghwa brings himself to his climax, the image of Hongjoong getting off helping push Seonghwa the rest of the way with the satisfaction that he’s enjoying himself as well, if only because Seonghwa must look pathetic rutting against some random part of his body and being almost in a horny trance for it.
As he feels himself closer to the edge, Seonghwa looks back to the foot trapped in his hand so he can properly aim when he comes, which he does with a groan he tries to stifle and his cum lands on the lubed glistening arch of the perfect little foot he’s got trapped in his grasp.
With the sensation of the warm release on his skin, Hongjoong curls his toes, stopping his jerking to let a disgusted noise out while the globs of semen slide down. Seonghwa watches, enthralled for a moment, then gets the foot close to his face again like he did the first time so he can lick the cum off.
Tasting his own cum is not Seonghwa’s favorite by any means, but he knows Hongjoong loves when he does it, which is further confirmed by how the hand inside his pants starts moving again at the sight, with some cute little noises starting to be spilled while Seonghwa makes sure to lick Hongjoong clean of his sperm, breaking eye contact as little as possible.
Carrying as much of his seed in his mouth as he could gather, Seonghwa tucks his softening cock back into his pants. He crawls towards Hongjoong, with one leg on each side to saddle him, and when he’s hovering over Hongjoong’s chest he grabs both of his wrists, one of which he needs to pull out of Hongjoong’s pants but isn’t met with much struggle, and holds them pinned to the mattress, each one on one side of his head. Seonghwa throws his head up a little bit in a quick gesture when he catches Hongjoong’s attention, in a silent request for him to open his mouth. Maybe because he didn’t get the message or because he wasn’t convinced, Hongjoong only stares back, forcing Seonghwa to repeat the gesture with a smile on the corner of his lips.
Hongjoong opens his mouth only a couple seconds later to welcome Seonghwa’s spit. Seonghwa pushes the cum watered down with his saliva out of his mouth slowly so he can aim for the stream to fall into Hongjoong's mouth. Whenever he had the chance, Hongjoong enjoyed snowballing with Seonghwa, wet and eager kisses that left them both a mess with Seonghwa’s seed dripping down their chins. He just enjoyed making a mess in general, like the day before under the desk, and he loved when Seonghwa was the one tasked with cleaning his mess up.
Once his mouth is empty, with only the bitter aftertaste remaining on his tongue, Seonghwa takes a moment to gaze lovingly into the mixed fluids pooling in his boyfriend’s mouth, Seonghwa’s release spread around his pink tongue. A moment later, he taps Hongjoong's chin to make him close his mouth, and obediently Hongjoong takes it as a sign to swallow in a big gulp. Seonghwa takes note of how his cheeks redden with embarrassment for being on the receiving end of the spitting, an image he’ll carry dearly in his mind.
“Where's your new cock?” Seonghwa asks gently before leaning down to plant a brief kiss on Hongjoong's lips.
Before Hongjoong answers verbally, his wrist is still trapped in Seonghwa’s hold tenses as he points to the door.
“In the bathroom.”
Unceremoniously, Seonghwa gets up to fetch the new toy from the bathroom, having been excited to try it out ever since it arrived a couple days before, only slightly less so than Hongjoong who'd already given it a go in the shower, as he reported the previous night before bed.
The strapless strap-on was red, Hongjoong’s favored color for toys and accessories, and the size was modest. Hongjoong tended to go for smaller cocks, finding that due to his build, being artificially hung tended to break the illusion for him, though from time to time he could find joy in making Seonghwa suffer by stuffing him full. This one, meant for more casual times, was smaller than Seonghwa’s own cock, which he appreciated as he'd never been a size king anyway.
Hongjoong pulls his pants down mid-thigh once Seonghwa is back with the strap. He extends a hand to take the strap from Seonghwa when he approaches the bed so he can put it in, but Seonghwa shakes his head before climbing on the bed.
“Can I do it?” He takes his place saddling Hongjoong’s thighs but sitting on his heels rather than Hongjoong's legs.
Hongjoong nods in agreement and spreads his legs as much as the restriction of the elastic band around his thighs allows him to. Holding the strap by the cock, Seonghwa bring his eyes down for the purpose of watching what he's doing, and it's not a surprise that he finds Hongjoong wet, slick glistening on his lips and clumping his trimmed pubes together, but it still makes Seonghwa’s limp dick twitch in his pants, bringing him the awareness that he'll be hard again before Hongjoong comes.
He aligns the toy with Hongjoong’s pelvis, using his free hand to help spread the lips so he can have a better view of what he’s doing. At first he rubs the bulb of the toy on Hongjoong’s slit, making sure it drags over his clit a few times as he does it and making his breath hitch when he does it. Once he feels like the toy is lubed up enough he starts pushing it in in little pumps so it slides into Hongjoong’s body slowly, drawing a soft gasp out of Hongjoong when he's filled. Hongjoong shifts a little in place, puts one hand between his legs to adjust the toy further, and when Hongjoong seems satisfied with it Seonghwa gathers saliva in his mouth to spit on his hand before he wraps it around Hongjoong's cock. He moves it up and down a few times, the slicky fluid spreading nicely over the whole thing and letting his strokes look more natural.
“Does this feel good?” Seonghwa asks when he finds a good rhythm for his jerking, mostly because it doesn't seem to do much for Hongjoong.
“Do it like this,” Hongjoong gets up on one elbow to watch, his other hand landing on Seonghwa’s so he can guide the movements.
It's easy to get the hang of it, pulling the cock back towards himself like it's a delicate lever to make the part inside Hongjoong press against his walls with each movement. Hongjoong’s teaching grip loosens, strengthens again when Seonghwa falters, and loosens once more when Seonghwa proves to be sufficiently trained.
Seonghwa keeps going diligently until Hongjoong seems to start losing himself in it, eyes fluttering close with the softest noises escaping him and he's moving his hips to thrust into the pleasure. It's not clear to Seonghwa whether the wrist tricks and the twists change the feeling all that much, but he still provides the visuals he knows Hongjoong enjoys.
“I wanna try to suck it.”
“Mind your teeth,” the reply comes with a smug smile that Seonghwa quickly undoes with some quick strokes at the base of Hongjoong’s cock, sending him back into pleasure.
After getting the go ahead, Seonghwa then moves to Hongjoong’s side freeing his legs from his weight. He holds the cock by the base with his index finger and his thumb forming a ring, while the rest of his fingers press the underside of it to keep the part that's inside Hongjoong tightly in place. Again, Seonghwa means to give Hongjoong pleasure through the performance more than the action itself, lacking the confidence that he can get Hongjoong to climax through the sucking alone. He does look good with a dick in his mouth though, and he knows just what to do with that power.
Seonghwa glances at Hongjoong one last time to catch his dark eyes anticipating the blowjob, and when he does it, Hongjoong places a hand on the back of Seonghwa’s head to gently nudge him towards the dick. Parting his lips, Seonghwa lets himself be guided the rest of the way by the hand that now entangles in his hair. He takes the head of the cock in his mouth, letting it sink deeper into his mouth when he moves forward, and then pulling back until it springs out of his mouth. The second time he does it, he takes it halfway into his mouth before pulling back. He strokes it a couple times to spread the saliva coating it more, and then sticks his tongue out to lick the side from the shaft to the tip, and when he wraps his lips around the head again, Hongjoong starts thrusting up slowly, bossy hand pushing Seonghwa down.
With the hand at the base, Seonghwa starts pressing the bulb further inside Hongjoong to the same pace that he moves his head up and down. When he dips his fingers around the toy he feels the warmth of Hongjoong’s slick, it makes him dizzy especially mixed with the moans that Hongjoong rewards him with, and it’s easy to slide back to that horny state where he exists only to love and please and worship Hongjoong.
He does his best to fine tune with Hongjoong’s reactions, finding an angle to suck him off that’s both comfortable for himself and pleasant for Hongjoong because of how the toy moves inside him and against his clit. When he pulls away to catch his breath, he presses the bulb rhythmically to compensate for the lack of action and as he does it Hongjoong starts moving his hips in chase of his climax, the fingers entangled in Seonghwa’s hair unsure whether they should pull or push, but Seonghwa has the cock back in his mouth before Hongjoong makes a decision.
This time, he takes it all the way in, doing his best so that from Hongjoong’s view no part of the dick can be seen. The trick must work well judging by the high pitched mewl coming from Hongjoong. Seonghwa only drags his lips back enough to rest his gag reflex for a moment without letting it slip out of his mouth, and by the corners of his lips Seonghwa feels his gathered drool escaping to slide down all the way to Hongjoong’s pelvis. When he sinks his mouth over it again, Seonghwa holds his breath to let the head plug his throat and giving some space for Hongjoong to fuck in, hand firm on Seonghwa’s head to keep him in place while Hongjoong’s movements make Seonghwa moan around the cock as well.
“Ah, Hyung–” Hongjoong says in a strangled voice between his gasps, a few staccato moans coming right after. Hongjoong only ever says it when he’s too lost in pleasure, Seonghwa isn’t even sure he registers it in his brain, but it makes Seonghwa see stars every time and he could probably cum from that alone if his last orgasm hadn’t been only a few minutes ago.
Pulling back so he can go back to bobbing his head up and down, Seonghwa slides two fingers into Hongjoong along with the toy so he can cup it better, and it’s so wet and tight inside him Seonghwa hums happily around Hongjoong’s cock.
As he works his mouth he tenses his hand to work some sort of vibration inside Hongjoong as best he can, alternating the speed and the pressure. Hongjoong brings his hand to the base of his cock as well as he keeps grinding both against it and into Seonghwa’s mouth, his breathy cries getting higher as he comes closer.
When he comes, it’s with the most delightful moan, his thighs pressing shut and his back arching all at once. Seonghwa emerges to watch Hongjoong’s eyes rolling back as he rides the wave of his orgasm, while Seonghwa’s fingers keep working inside him so he milks every drop of pleasure out of Hongjoong because he wants to watch him spasm and erratically thrust again the pleasure while his small hand comes to try and push Seonghwa’s away. He calls Seonghwa hyung again in a needy voice that inspires Seonghwa to use his free hand to go back to stroking Hongjoong’s dick the way Hongjoong had shown him that felt best. Hongjoong seems to get the message soon, a little groan at the same time pleased and frustrated coming up from his chest as he grabs Seonghwa wrist to steady himself.
Seonghwa finds him so cute when he’s overstimulated and moving his hips in messy and needy little thrusts, when his hand that isn’t sinking its fingers in any part of Seonghwa scrambles around in search of something to hold on to, never being quite satisfied. He loves the noises when Hongjoong can’t quite control himself and is at the same time desperate for another orgasm and for the pleasure to cease.
There are a few seconds where Hongjoong is stiller, though the muscles on his thighs still spasm with the building pleasure, and then he’s writhing again, shortly spaced noises and eyes closed shut as he tries to get his body to obey so he can properly grind on Seonghwa’s hand and the toy for his second orgasm. Seonghwa feels the way Hongjoong tightens and releases around him as he comes, feels the short nails digging into his wrist, and he watches Hongjoong’s mouth hanging open while his other hand is sunk into the side of the pillow under his head. Hongjoong is still moving to get through the high of his second orgasm when there’s a new wave of warm fluids around Seonghwa’s fingers, Hongjoong’s moans turning back into cute mewls as he squirts.
Seonghwa keeps his fingers inside Hongjoong, but slows the movements down to a stop and eases the pressure against the toy. He’s just so warm inside that Seonghwa laments having to eventually pull out to go back to work, only then half remembering that at some point in the past few minutes his phone started buzzing with a call. The break was meant to allow him to rest his eyes and now, eyes and mind rested from the relentless pile of work, he kinda just wants to pull Hongjoong into his embrace and cuddle him until it’s dinner time.
“Was it nice?” Seonghwa asks despite it being redundant, but he likes the confirmation anyway, that comes with an enthusiastic nod and eyes that flutter shut.
Hongjoong always looks so beautifully relaxed after an orgasm, and the bigger it is, the better he looks as he takes deep breaths to slow his heart rate, hair all messy against the cream duvet, skin glowing with sweat, flustered with pleasure, hands thrown to the sides in exhaustion. Seonghwa really wishes he had the rest of the day off, his cock once more tenting his pants practically begging to get somewhere inside Hongjoong — preferably, if he could be so demanding, the tight wet hole from which he removes his fingers now.
“Can I take this out?” Seonghwa quickly glances towards Hongjoong’s cock, still hard as ever and firmly stuck between his legs, and the answer comes with another nod accompanied by a hum.
Seonghwa grabs it by the shaft, pulling it out of Hongjoong as gently as possible, being mindful of how he’s still sensitive which is displayed by a quick whimper when bulb slides out all the way, the sensation making Hongjoong press his thighs shut again right after.
After the toy is removed, Seonghwa gets up and off the bed, grabbing the box of tissues to leave it on the bed next to Hongjoong so he could clean himself up (which Seonghwa would have loved to do for him either with the tissues or by carrying him to the shower, but his phone is buzzing again and he should get back to work before the third missed call). He takes the toy to the bathroom to quickly rinse it before leaving it on the counter for a more thoughtful washing later, and splashes some water on his face as well, the ghost of spit and cum making him feel rather dirty, not in a very sexy way.
Back in the room, Hongjoong is off the bed and pulling the covers and pillows and throwing them on the floor. Seonghwa appreciates that he decided to take care of it as changing the soaked sheets would demand enough time for the third missed call to happen. He opens the window to air out the room and get rid of the smell of sex so he feels less filthy and thinks about fucking Hongjoong a little less until the end of the day.
“You messed up the mattress,” Hongjoong sounds annoyed when he says it, pouty and cute kneeling on the bed with the sheet he’s removing bundled up in his hands as he stares at the small damp spot on the mattress.
The accusation is endearing. While Seonghwa could’ve been more thoughtful of their sleeping space, he suspects none of them really regrets their share of responsibility for Hongjoong’s squirting, but Seonghwa would gladly take the blame for it any day.
Seonghwa hops on the bed again as he makes his way away from the window, crawling on his hands and knees right in front of Hongjoong for a kiss that’s not warmly welcomed as Hongjoong is still pretending to be annoyed by the mattress situation, even though Hongjoong doesn’t even squirt that much and by bedtime the spot would’ve dried up anyway.
“If you take care of it for me I’ll ride your new dick later,” he proposes with a smile, watching Hongjoong’s eyes roll to the side as he considers the offer, and only after he smiles mischievously Seonghwa tries kissing him again, this time having small cold fingers hold his face in place for a long loving kiss.
“Fine,” Hongjoong concedes once he leans back. “Go back to work before someone comes looking for you.”
And so Seonghwa does, not before snatching another kiss from his boyfriend, and he does his job not any more excited to work, but certainly looking forward to it being over so he can take Hongjoong’s cock and fall asleep cuddling the love of his life.